| Em | D | C | B | Em | |
| Clock strikes 12 | and moondrops burst, | out at | you from | their hiding place. |
| Em | D | C | B | Em | |
| Like acid and oil on | a madmans face, hi | s reasons | tend to | fly away |
| C | B | C | G | |
| Like | lesser birds on the | 4 winds, yeah, like | silver scrapes in | may |
| C | B | C | B | Em | |
| N | ow the sands becom | e a crust, and | most of | you have g | one away |
| Come Suzie dear lets take a walk, just out there upon the beach |
| I know you'll soon be married, and you'll want to know where winds come from |
| Well its never said at all, on the map that Carrie reads |
| Behind the clock back there you know, at the 4 winds bar |
| (now it goes into the distorted part) |
| E | C | D | E | E | C | D | E | |
| HEY | HEY | HEY | HEY |
| E | C | D | E | |
| The four winds at the 4 w | inds bar, | 2 doors locked and wi | ndows barred |
| E | C | D | E | |
| One door left to take | you in, the | other one just mirro | rs it |
| E | C | D | E | E | C | D | E | |
| HEY | HEY | HEY | HEY |
| E | C | D | E | |
| Hellish glare and i | nference, the | other ones a d | uplicate |
| E | C | D | E | |
| The queenly flux, | eternal light, y | eah the light th | at never warms |
| E | C | D | E | E | C | D | C | |
| Yes the light, th | at never, | never w | arms. | yes the light th | at never, | neve | r |
| D | D | C | D | D | C | D | |
| warms, | nev | er | warms, | nev | er | warms |
| (back to clean) |
| Clock strikes 12 and moondrops burst, out at you from their hiding place. |
| Miss Carrie Nurse and Suzie dear, would find themselves at the 4 winds bar |
| Its the nexus, of the crisis, and the origin of storms |
| Just the place to hopelessly, encounter time and then came me |
| (back to distortion) |
| E | C | D | E | E | C | D | E | |
| HEY | HEY | HEY | HEY | (play that behind the solo) |
| E | C | D | E | |
| Call me desdi | nova, e | ternal l | ight |
| E | C | D | E | |
| These gravely digs of | mine, wi | ll surely prove a s | ight |
| E | C | D | E | |
| A | nd dont forget my | dog, f | ixed and consequ | ent |

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